Every time I pack up to travel or move, it goes the same way. It's a horribly drawn out, incredibly childish process. I start out with play packing. This is usually done about three to four weeks before I am actually leaving. What I do is, I take out all of my favorite belongings; usually the backpack, my pretty dresses, my tent, hiking shoes, and near-useless camping and traveling accessories that I never use; and start to pack them. This is a completely useless step because a lot of the things I pack (pretty dresses and hiking shoes) I still need to use. However, it gets me, and most recently Anja, in a traveling mood.
Then I forget about packing for about two to three weeks. In this time, I usually buy more crap, throw away my ugly clothes, and give things away to friends.
Then, about a week before I leave, I start the Major Packing. I systematically go through all of my clothes, shoes, books, and other belongings, and decide what is absolutely imperative and has to come with me 100% on the trip. This is usually a pile crap that would easily fill two or three backpacks. Then I put all of the things I'm going to throw away or give away in a box and set it aside. I do not throw it away or give it away until the very very very last minute. I decide that everything in the 100% has to come pile is coming with me no matter how big or small my bag is.
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